Packing up
First came a call
Then a faint ring
Awakened
Early
Worked late
Eyes red
Trembling
What’s going on?
He sat
Eyes across the floor
Not even that stare out the window
What happened ? speak
Lifted his head
Stabbed his sight into mine
As if being
Was stolen
He broke down
Fell apart
Time couldn’t spare
Air to fill up a voice
Hey, what is it?
…nothing
Nothing at all
Got us some coffee
While that was a long time ago
Ares has Iugum, his chariot, readied
As I lie here dying
Defeated
Still
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